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They celebrated late into the night.
Hiruma hopped on Agon's waist as soon as the whistle was blown and gave him a slow kiss in the pouring gatorade that streamed down from the hoses on the fire trucks rolling in for celebration. Saikyoudai celebrated, Ikkyu screaming, shouting into the air, pumping his fist into the sky as he rode on Banba's back as the boy had went against Tetsuma and won.
It was talent, Agon told himself, kissing Hiruma. He couldn't find it within himself to care or look more into it as his baby was on his waist, kissing his lips, hands clasped against his cheeks, grinning ear to ear.
Hiruma pulled away, slow. His eyes locked with his. For a second, Hiruma was the only person that mattered as time seemed slow, holding Hiruma against him. His eyes were starlight blue. Streamers that rained down from the sky and celebratory markers sputtering around them seemed to slow down to a stop as Hiruma looked at him. Time froze.
He kissed the corner of Agon's mouth, lightly, and pulled away.
He hopped off Agonne's waist and began to celebrate with his teammates, grabbing any firearm he could, even those buried away below a secret canister and opened them up into the sky to shoot, shouting—
"YA-HA—!"
Agon understood. For this short time, Hiruma wanted to celebrate with his team, as he had crafted this dream from basically nothing and now had been guaranteed tickets to the Rice Bowl, if they won the finale. Agon understood perfectly. He stared and watched Hiruma celebrate. A faint memory fell across his thoughts.
Friends, huh? He thought.
"They're your teammates, too." Musashi said, coming behind him, crossing his arms. Agon flinched. He looked at the old man next to him. His face twisted into disgust.
"Keel over and die, trash." Agon snorted, telling him. "Leave me alone. You're tainting the air around me, kukuku."
Musashi looked at him. His long hair didn't shadow the gaze studying him. The predator stood near the old man, or rather the old man stood near the predator. He looked at Agon.
"You can go celebrate with Hiruma," Musashi began to say to him, looking ahead. "Or rather, does your stubbornness cause you not to want to celebrate with the rest of the team?"
A firework went off in the sky. Agon stared. He didn't answer Musashi. He only looked at him. Up until now, he hadn't paid much attention too this old man, but now…
He was really annoying.
"Am I your friend?" Agon questioned with snark, arching his lip. "No. Hop off my dick. Are you my god? No. Fuck off. I don't need your permission to go celebrate with my trash, you trash. Leave me alone." Agon froze, then spoke again, laughing. "Go away."
"No one said I was." Musashi shrugged. "I just think you should go celebrate with your team—"
"Say another fucking word, I'll knock your oji-san lookin' ass out." Agon threatened, saying. He grinned. "Old trash."
Musashi scruffed. He smirked. Agon walked away as Hiruma called him over with his finger, grinning. Agon's dreads were soaking wet.
They'd be soaking wet in something else later.
Agon stayed by Hiruma's side as he kissed him for the first five minutes of their celebratory dinner at a nearby local restaurant with spectators and members of rival teams that came in to celebrate the victory, along with Musashi and his team, as he was footing the bill.
"Everyone get All-You-Can-Eat BUFFET!" Hiruma ordered his team, grinning. Musashi's face fell. "This Fucking Old Man's paying for your meal! Kekeke!"
Crowds of cheers went up from Hiruma's team as Saikyoudai walked inside the restaurant and seated themselves down across burning skillets, taking their slabs of meat, and soaked them in teriyaki sauce. Agon did, too. Hiruma seated himself next to him and began burning his steak against the grill in front of him, grinning ear to ear. His hand displayed itself across Agon's lap as he rubbed the light erection there beneath the table, denying, a short while, a moment spent together, leaning close towards him, and kissed his lips, pressing them against Agon's,breaking away. Hiruma's gaze fell. He didn't look Agon in the eye, but from there, Agon could tell what he had meant by that simple gesture.
He kissed him again.
The table stayed until midnight and was loud, Hiruma antagonizing and cheering everyone on, pumped on the atmosphere of victory, growing flashy, Agon tsking in annoyance as Hiruma stood, placing his foot on the table, and gave a victory speech, telling the trashes, "Don't get loose just yet, Fucking Losers! The fight has only just begun! Kekeke!"
Mamori held her heart. "He's happy…" she said in the midst to herself, clutching her chest, almost tripping when falling over from cleaning. She was grabbing everyone else's plates, worrying about them, even though she hadn't gotten her own plate just yet and wasn't an employee that worked the regular 9-5.
Everyone kept telling her to sit down, have a drink for once, and it took Hiruma saying something for her to actually sit down and celebrate—not clean.
"Sorry," she apologized, waving her hand in the air, blushing. "Just habit."
As soon as the waitress walked by she ordered cream puffs.
Agon kissed the inside of Hiruma's ear. Hiruma began to kiss him back. The duo spent time together for a short while, at the table, even for a moment, before coming home, Hiruma hopping on Agon's waist, mouth sweet from the alcohol drunk that night and kissed him as his lover held his body against his, grip strong on his thighs, pressing him against the wall, becoming intimate. Hiruma moaned.
Agon held him. He began to kiss his neck there. Hiruma leaned his head back and whimpered as Agon humped deep into his waist, rocking his hips with his, groaning. His hand kept Hiruma's thigh against his pelvis, His hand cradling the back of Hiruma's ass beneath the shirt he wore, gripping him. Hiruma laced his arms around Agon's neck loosely, head dipping, dripping from beneath his lover's tee, mouth opening into a gasped whimper, Agon being felt against him. He wore Agon's formal shirt, if only that, which was white, Agon's hand treading in between him, near his inner thigh, stroking him. Hiruma almost lost his composure. He leaned his head back. Hiruma let Agon kiss him.
"Agonne…" Hiruma's lip fell as Agon came into contact with him, his lover loving on him, dropping his head too kiss between his thighs, enticing him. Hiruma ran his fingers through Agon's hair as he lifted him, placing him against the wall, thighs upon his shoulders licking his shaft. Hiruma moaned. He knelt down and placed his head on Agon's scalp, combing through it, becoming enticed. He moaned. Agon tasted him. Hiruma dripped. Agon nipped at the skin between Hiruma's thighs, pulling his head back.
Agon looked at Hiruma in the damp darkness. Their eyes seemed to meet, finding one another, in a common place they hadn't found in a long time.
Love.
Agon shifted Hiruma's weight against him again and dropped his lover's body to his waist, holding him there, carrying him to the edge of the sheets of the bed and placing him among them, coming over his lover. Hiruma didn't pull away. He watched him. Hiruma's body met the sheets behind him. He spread his legs.
Hiruma was inviting him in, Agon realized. Hiruma groaned when Agon came against him, humping his waist, sighing. He bit his lip. Hiruma let Agon be with him, grabbing his head, letting the man kiss his stomach, and down it, moving the fabric Hiruma wore out of the way when he did. Hiruma's toes curled. He whimpered against the moonlight.
Agon groaned. He stuck his fingers into Hiruma's mouth and his love sucked on them, pulling them back out from his mouth, licking the palm of his hand. He looked at Agon. He had decided to propose his love to the dragon.
"Let's become one, my Agonne."
When Hiruma said those words, Agon paused. He looked up at him. Agon's dreads fell from his face. He stopped kissing Hiruma's stomach.
"What?" he asked. Hiruma looked at was serious, huh. He glanced outside at the moonlight before looking back once at Agonne, holding his gaze.
"Become one with me, Agonne." Hiruma said. His tone was serious. He meant it. His toes curled at the ends of the bed, looking into Agon's eyes. They were there. Hiruma smiled.
He wanted to make love.
Candles lit the room. Hiruma had lit them when he got up from the bed, invitation still open. Hey eyed the doorway to the bathroom, letting his hand linger upon it for a moment before he seated himself among the bed, facing Agon. Hiruma waited for Agon to come against him.
He did.
Agon had undressed, now, bare, naked, against Hiruma, kissing his neck, leaning back against the covers, making out with him. He moaned into his mouth, feeling Hiruma drip, as he was ready. Hiruma looked down.
"I love you so much, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him, hand lacing the back of Agon's neck, kissing him. He held Agonne's hand against his stomach, twiddling his fingers within his. "You are the only man I have loved this way, and for you will be the only man I will ever love this way, My Agonne."
Agonne didn't speak. He only watched, in which the ways Hiruma lead his hand down his stomach, groping his dick, beginning to stroke him. Hiruma let out a harsh moan. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes sparkling, feeling Agon rub his sensitive skin…!
Hiruma moaned out for a gasp, Agon masturbating against him. Hiruma wept. Tears fell from his face. He couldn't explain it.
Agon leaned him back. He unbuttoned Hiruma's shirt.
It came off.
Amber lit the room.
Hiruma cried out pleas of sheer pleasure as the two joined one another beneath the covers, legs into the air, Agon in between, fucking him vicious, reeling his body against the bed.
"Agonne…!" Hiruma cried. His face twisted. He moaned. Agon came against him. He didn't stop. His Fucking Dread never stopped, when he was with him, and only did when he was with him, Hiruma. "My Agonne…!"
Hiruma shut his eyes. His fingers dug deep into Agon's skin, scraping him there. "Ah…!" He moaned into him. "Uh….! My Agonne!"
Hiruma was screaming. Agon had upped his entire past, moving quick, fast, making the appropriate judgments to fuck Hiruma right, making love to him. He was on the prowl. And he wanted Hiruma.
Hiruma gasped. Saliva dripped from his mouth. He was cumming. He could feeling the stickiness against Agon's stomach, moving ragged back and forth against him and the creamed warmth filling his body sent from Agon.
"Agonne!" Hiruma screamed. "Agonne! Uh…!"
His claws raked at his skin, almost in an attempt to get away as he stayed with Agon, moaning into his mouth and ear each time his lover pressed his body into his, grunting against his neck, racking him full of his cum, his body lurching against the bed sheets as Agon groaned into him, Hiruma clawinging at the bed sheets to remain in position from being dragged back and forth at the movements of Agon's thrust.
The candlelights flushed. They began to flicker in and out against the movements made too Hiruma.
He was beautiful.
Agon thought this when looking at Hiruma being fucked from the side some, tilting his body, moaning. Hiruma was so beautiful when Agon fucked him. When he thrusted deep within his walls, Hiruma's eyes turning a pale shade of blue when he did, rolling into the backs of his head.
Agon stretched his hole wide as he onslaught within him, the thrust almost becoming overwhelming for Hiruma as his body was dragged against the sheets, eyes going into the back of his head, beating his lids.
Hiruma's naked body was always beautiful to Agon, seeing him in the damp darkness of the room, lights beginning to go out. One faded brightly.
"Agon...ne." Hiruma husked too him, weeping, feeling his lover within him, brutal. He made no pleas for him to stop. Agon got turned on even more.
"Baby….!" Agon pleaded against him, almost begging. "Come on…!" He fucked him rougher, dragging his body into his with the palm of his hands, dropping his hips, grabbing Hiruma's. He leaned his head against Hiruma's neck and began to fuck malignant, his head resting on his chest, groaning, lashing out for more intimacy, feeling Hiruma huff and breathe against him, pumping him slow, pounding his body. Hiruma howled.
"Get in me, My Agonne….!" Hiruma yelped against him, crying out in intimate pain. He shouted. Agon knew what that meant.
Hiruma wanted Agon to go deep.
When Agon grew restless, Hiruma did too. Hiruma lost if after seven inches deep within him, and Agon almost lost control becoming distracted by the sheer pleasure of Hiruma's moans and begs, turning him into almost a completely different person.
"Fuck me…" Hiruma begged in his ear, when Agon tilted his body to the side, fucking him there from that position, keening against him. Hiruma's hands were placed on Agon's neck. His leg was thrown over Agon's hip, almost as if he was sitting on his lap, Agon thrusting deep within him. Hiruma could hardly move.
His fingers twitched. Hiruma dragged his teeth against Agon's golden chain that hung loosely around his neck, flicking his tongue over the edges, tugging on it.
"Aishiteru… My Agonne." Hiruma said to him, almost in a whispered beg, sighing. Agon listened to him. His hands trailed his stomach. Hiruma let go of Agon's golden chain, tonguing it within his mouth before toying with it again, dragging it out towards him, allowing Agon to come forward within him. Hiruma craned.
Agon wanted to cry.
"Hiruma…" Agon said, biting his lips. He thrusted deeper. Hiruma let out a harsh cry. His hands laced the back of his neck.
"What…?" Hiruma asked, quick, moaning, letting his Agon pump remorselessly into him, milking his insides. He was close. He could feel Agon. Hiruma's eyebrows knitted together as he realized they were making love. He shut his eyes. Tears prickled within them.
Agon didn't answer. He only progressed, slow, hard, long, and vicious…! Hiruma couldn't get enough of it! He let his head fall.
"Please!" he begged. "My Agonne!"
His chin tilted towards the sky. He moaned. Harsh whimpers were heard from him. His nails dug into Agon's skin as his lover grasped his ass, holding him against him, rubbing the sides of his spread hole.
"Hiruma…" Agon moaned again. Hiruma felt so good. Damn it…! He continued to pump him. He groaned, putting his head down. He felt himself begin to drip even more within his lover, thrusting in and out, dragging Hiruma's body against him.
"My Agonne!"
Agonne didn't answer. He only proceeded into Hiruma, getting a better angle, tilting him. Hiruma whimpered.
"Agonne…!" He pressed his head against his shoulder blade, wailing, eyes fluttering. He let out a long cry. Agon upped his pace. "Fuck me…!"
His stomach tingled with intimacy. Hiruma couldn't bare it. Hiruma wanted to cry. Tears fell out of his eyes and against Agon for a long time, shouting pleas of, "Yes!" and begs of, "My Agonne! Oh, my Agonne!" as Agonne only advanced within him, and only for a short while, seemed to exist with only half a mind.
They were making love, he realized.
He wanted more of it, Agon said within himself, feeling Hiruma claw at his shoulders, screaming. Agon twisted Hiruma on his back and fucked him there like that, dragging his body against his, pumping him quick and fast, swaying his body against the sheets as his lover scraped at them to remain in his position.
"Uh…!" Hiruma moaned, crying out. His breath perched. "Uh…!"
His eyes thinned. Agon almost overwhelmed him. He almost couldn't take this, he wanted to tell himself, moaning, Agon in him, showing no signs of stopping, Hiruma wanting more, his body sent twitching, fingers pulsing. Agon pounded into him. Hiruma could feel himself moving.
Every movement was felt.
"Agonne…!" Hiruma sobbed, pressing his head into his chest, looking up. He breathed. His breath was parched, puffing against the bottom of Agon's chin, groaning.
Agon urged within him, quieting Hiruma. Hiruma couldn't stop himself from wanting more. His mind went blank as Agon passed nine inches deep within him, moving upward, fucking deeper, harder, rougher…!
Hiruma cried out. "Fuck me!" he begged, shouting. They were definitely making love, now, as Agonne shifted within him, milking his insides, movements becoming ragged. Agon tilted Hiruma's body and began to fuck him slow from the side, deeper. Hiruma grasped Agon's strong shoulders, the onslaught of thrusts causing him to groan and cry out moans of intimacy, making love to him.
"Aishteru… my Agonne." Hiruma said to him, in his ear, getting fucked. Agon pounded him. "Aishte...ru."
Agon closed his eyes.
Hiruma groaned. He came with a husk of a growl, biting his lip, almost whimpering. His head fell. Agon felt the warm cum from Hiruma spilling over his thigh and stomach. Hiruma continued to groan against him as he fucked, breath becoming ragged, lips parting, hair falling.
Hiruma leaned his head against the pillow sheets. His lips met Agon's. He didn't kiss him, and only breathed him in, as he moaned and groaned into him, breath husking into Agon's mouth. Hiruma looked at Agon as they fucked, then closed his eyes, feeling Agon become rough within him.
He was going to come.
"Become one with me..." Hiruma begged. "My Agonne…!"
Their souls touched.
They became one.
"Hiruma…!"
Agon moaned.
He came. He spilled within Hiruma. Hiruma threw his head back and cried. His fist tightened into a forced ball against Agon's chest oo contain the love felt within him... Agon rode his impulses out within his body.
The two had became one.
The dragon and the demon tangled amongst one another, in the skies, and joined each other, becoming one.
They were one.
They slept against one another, on their sides, after Hiruma had gotten up and quenched out the candles. Hiruma was pressed deep into Agon's abdomen, holding his hand against him, near his stomach, rubbing his thumb across it. He breathed softly. Agon's arm was over him. He pulled him closer to his body. He was intimate.
Agon was intimate.
Hiruma felt him. He felt him tug on his ear piercings, and with his teeth, unhooked them, pulling them out. He sucked on Hiruma's earlobe hole, groaning, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin there and inside.
"Agon!" Hiruma pleaded. He gasped in a hoarse breath. He closed his eyes and moaned. Agon dragged his teeth atop of Hiruma's skin, kissing his neck, deep into it. He kissed him. Agonne pulled away. His eyes lingered on Hiruma for a moment almost too long, time seeming to still as Agon's eyes shimmered green with the moonlight, looking his lover over the face, before falling asleep, placing his head down behind him on the pillow the two shared, close together, pressed against one another, joined.
In the morning, Agon slept. Hiruma laid on his back, and Agon, on his stomach. He moaned when Agon began to hump his thigh, groaning. Hiruma was still weak from the night before. He held Agon against him.
He moaned when Agon entered, and cried when he exited, and groaned when he entered again, body swaying forward and back as Agon reeled him fast. This was new to Agon. The two had never made love before.
The two had made love.
Agon had never made love to anybody.
Agon came within Hiruma quickly after five minutes. This feeling was new to him. The pair had came close to making love before, and Hiruma felt it with him, Agon with Hiruma… but, this feeling was entirely… different. He looked at Hiruma.
Maybe it was because Hiruma had given Agon permission to become one with him.
Maybe it was because Agon had become one with Hiruma.
"We've become one, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him. He smiled, warmly. Hiruma's smile was warm. It reminded him of his mom's.
Agon remembered his mom.
He remembered the way she used to play with him, outside on their front porch, or in their backyard near their tree that had a tied up rope and a tire to resemble a swing to play on. Yeah, Agon remembered all those things. He remembered all of that. He remembered—
He remembered the day she died.
They were at the hospital. Agon had went in for a visit. She had grown sick. Agon walked in the hospital room. She was having test done. He saw his mom near a nurse, talking to her. He didn't bother making out the words she said, but her face was dull. Agon played with blocks in a corner until the nurse went away, his mom just now noticing his presence.
"Agon," she said, smiling. Agon looked up. She opened her arms up to him. He climbed the hospital bed and joined his mother in it, sitting above the covers, laying his head on her chest, shutting his eyes. He slept against her. She cradled him in her arms.
She coughed blood against his face.
Agon remembered sitting up from being woken up from his nap, hearing his mother go into a coughing fit, covering her mouth. The machines beside her began to beep. Agon's eyes widened. Doctors rushed in. Nurses surrounded her quickly. It all seemed to last for seconds for everyone else, but for Agon, that moment lasted a long time.
"Get out of the room!" The doctor shouted at him, pointing his finger to the doorway. Agon looked at his mother, in the bed, covering her mouth with both hands.
"Agon—" She reached out towards him.
She coughed up blood.
It splashed against his face. Silence remained in the room. She was horrified. Agon's eyes widened. He couldn't move. He stared at the palm of his hand, then looked up at his mother.
She had blood across both of hers.
She tried to speak something, and tried to say something, but those words would never be heard to someone like Agon, as a nurse grabbed him and wiped his cheek with a cleaning wipe from around the room, rushing out of it with him running as his mother gurgled to say something with blood between her teeth. Agon tried to turn back.
The door shut behind him.
To this day, Agon never knew what she was trying to say.
Hiruma stroked his fingers through Agon's hair. Sometimes, Agon got this faraway glance in his eyes, like he was somewhere else, looking off into the distance, eyes fading. Hiruma looked at him. Today, Hiruma looked at him differently.
"Your eyes are golden." Hiruma told him, laughing sweetly. "Kekeke… My Agonne."
Agonne looked up. He stared at Hiruma. He was beautiful. His features shone in the light. Hiruma looked off towards the sun streaming towards their bedroom windows, as today was Saturday, early morning, and Agon was just waking.
"Look, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him. "The sun is causing your eyes to shift. Amber."
Agon knew Hiruma was lying. It was because Hiruma couldn't believe Agon loved him, someone like him. Agon hugged his waist. He wrapped his arms around it and placed his head in Hiruma's lap, as Hiruma sat up cross legged in bed.
"I love you…" Agone began to say. "Hiruma."
Those were the words Agon had been struggling to say. I love you. Hiruma wanted to laugh. Instead, he cried. Tears ran down his face.
Now he had something to believe in.
Hiruma took Agon to the park that day. They spent that day together. In the morning, they fucked. Agon fucked him against the bathroom sink, legs at his side, and then against the refrigerator during breakfast, and after, in their shower, when the two spent time together, washing themselves off, when Hiruma combed his fingers through Agonne's hair.
"Please," Hiruma begged against him when his lover humped against him on the counter, the two dressed for the park that day. "Love on me, my Agonne."
Hiruma had said this to him in his ear, when his arms were sprawled and crossed around his neck, his thighs on each side of Agonne, warm. Agon broke away from Hiruma. Hiruma wore black sports leggings and a red jacket, a sports bra underneath, exposing his bare stomach. Agon kissed it. Hiruma rubbed his head as he did, eyelids nearly closing, feeling Agon. His lips parted.
"Uh…" Hiruma said against him, into the open air. It was a groan, a hollowed one that had shifted into a grunt when Agon nuzzled at the erection beneath the fabric of Hiruma's leggings, wanting to suck him off. A tear fell from Hiruma's eye.
"Yes," Hiruma nodded, "you may, my Agonne."
Agonne hadn't spoken much that day, besides telling him he loved him, and only wanted, which was okay with Hiruma, as Agon pulled down his leggings and began to suck him off, curling his lips over his cockhead, flicking his tongue over Hiruma's throbbing edges, dripping with cum. stuck by his side. Hiruma came onto Agon's face, and into his mouth when Agon opened it wide to receive Hiruma.
Agon toyed with Hiruma, engaging him in enticing teases, licking his shaft, lapping against him. Agon's mouth dripped with saliva. He took Hiruma in.
Agon kissed the tip of Hiruma's cockhead when he came within him, licking the tip of it. He looked upward at Hiruma.
Hiruma drew his fingers down Agon's dreadlocks, feeling him. Agon had his cum tracing down the sides of his lip. Hiruma smiled. It was in his hair, too.
Usually Agon would start peppy conversation on days like this, Hiruma thought to himself, holding his hand with Agon's, making their way to the park. Usually Agon would initiate a bickering match between the two of them that Hiruma provoked, edging it on, as it got him turned on anyways when Agon got mad, always had, always will… but today was a different day. Today was a different day, in which the two would spend together.
Cherry Blossoms Bloomed.
Hiruma kissed his cheek. Agon felt him. He turned to his partner and lifted him against his waist, licking his mouth. Hiruma let him.
"To the Rice Bowl, huh?" Agon spoke aloud, telling him. He broke away. He looked into his eyes, somber. Agon had let Hiruma tie up his hair. Two dreadlocks fell down from the side of his face in front and the rest pinned back in a bun, some left loose, trailing down his back, pinned back with using black chopsticks. Hiruma grinned.
"Mhm." He nodded. Now for a chance—
He was speechless.
"We have to go to practice," Hiruma said in his ear, humming when they walked. Agon had set him down. "It's in ten minutes, kekekeke… Can we make it?"
"It's your damn team," Agon snorted. "You've never been late to practice before, right? Just reschedule it, trash."
Hiruma looked at his phone. It was 10:41. Practice was held at 10:50.
Hiruma rescheduled it to 11:00.
Hiruma's body still ached from the night before, but it wasn't anything any ibuprofen and aspirin couldn't numb. He'd play even in a damn wheelchair if he had to…! When Agon heard Hiruma tell him this, he almost laughed in the disgust.
"You idiot!" Agon shouted at him. They were in the drugstore, buying Hiruma medication. "You can't play in a damn wheelchair! You've really lost it as a trash, haven't you? I'm going to have to create a new grading system for you low lifes. You trashes are just so desperate to become even more trashier than usual, aren't you?"
Hiruma laughed. "We've had to had a role model, wouldn't we?" Hiruma opened up the pill capsule and popped them in his mouth. He hadn't paid for them yet. He had a bad habit of that, under the pretense of saying, "I'm going to pay for it anyway. Might as well. It's my medication. I'm buying it."
Hiruma liked bargains. He liked deals. Somedays, he would take Agon out to the local flea market and show him around the area and they would walk, Hiruma telling him—
"Why buy at full price when you can get it for half off here?" Hiruma cackled, picking out a cotton shirt. He showed it to Agon. It was ugly. "Look like you?"
Agon almost kicked him. "Quit screwing around, trash!" Agon yelled at him. He eased into laughter. "Well, a hoe ass trash like you has nothing better to do, anyways. Can't say I blame you. Now, if only all the other trashes had something to do like this, with you. I'm sure they'd follow your example."
"Kekeke, Fucking Dread!" Hiruma would laugh hard. "You're the one who followed. No one asked you to come. All I said was I was going to the flea market—your ass was just a lonely fuck and decided to come! Kekeke! Funny bastard."
Hiruma bought the clothing item, anyway. It wasn't like Hiruma was growing in places anytime soon. He hadn't grown since he entered college. Agon could see that much.
"He's a hoe," Hiruma told the shopkeeper at the market, pointing to his boyfriend thinking over in a spare corner, away from Hiruma, but just close enough to stay within earshot if anything happened to him. "You know what that is?"
"No idea," The shopkeeper shook his head.
"'Course you don't," Hiruma said, laughing. "Because you're not a hoe"
Agon almost laughed. "Trash, hurry up!" He almost lost it, grinning. "By your hoe ass shirt and let's leave!"
Hiruma mimicked him underneath his breath and began to laugh. Hiruma pulled out a sum of yen from his wallet and paid for it, grabbing a paper bag to place the shirt in, and walked away. He made Agon carry it.
"Carry it." He demanded, shoving it towards him. "My lover."
He said those words in English. Agon began to laugh. He crushed the bag in his hands. "Bend over and let me fuck you, my bitch." He retorted back, giggling. "Kukuku."
"Why don't you just stop being horny for once," Hiruma said, "my hoeass bitch."
If all Japanese could hear this conversation and understand English, then they would've walked backwards from the way they came at sight of Agon and Hiruma or plugged their ears walking by. Agon didn't care. He loved Hiruma.
And Hiruma loved him.
Agon woke up on the train next to him. He looked. Hiruma had his head on Agon's shoulder, dozing off. They would be at their University soon, and early morning practice would begin. Agon leaned his head against Hiruma's and slept.
He wore a Tupac shirt and black nike foamposite fruity pebbles. Hiruma woke up and said it looked like someone had thrown up all over Agon's shoes. Agon snorted.
Agon stuffed his hands in his black fitted jeans that sagged, walking out the station with Hiruma at his side when the train stopped, pulling up to the building. They got out. Today was one of the rare days Agon didn't actually wear something baggy; black rosemary's hung around his neck and wrist along with that golden chain he liked to wear. Hiruma remembered tugging on it last night when he was with him.
Hiruma kissed the corner of Agon's mouth. He laughed. Agon always thought it was weird how Hiruma walked. His thighs didn't touch.
"Your thighs don't touch, trash." Agon said to him, seeing Hiruma walk up the stairs from the subway station.
"What?" Hiruma turned back to look at him.
"I said your thighs don't touch, trash!" Agon shouted at him, growing agitated. Everyone turned around to look at him. "Even with them big ass ears you still can't manage to hear."
"Even with that fatass, you still can't manage to walk up these stairs and hurry the fuck up," Hiruma snapped, irritated. "Even with your fatass, you still can't manage a run farther than 4.6 seconds, and can only manage 4.2 for a few. Get your ass up here."
Hiruma grinned. He continued walking the stairs. Agon looked at him again. Maybe it wasn't so obvious that Hiruma's thighs didn't touch, because he always stood slanted to the side most of the time. Agon stared.
"No, I meant there's a gap between your legs, trash." Agon said again, continuing the conversation from before. "Look." Hiruma rolled his eyes. He hadn't paid much attention to the gap between his thighs as much as he paid attention to Ikkyu still using his fingers to count in math class even though they both were in the same grade.
Hiruma looked. Obviously, Agon's obsession with the gap between his thighs wasn't going to end unless he settled it now. He looked at Agon's. He burst out laughing.
"You dumbass motherfucker!" Hiruma called him, hugging his stomach. He couldn't stop himself from laughing. He grabbed his gun. "Look!" He pointed between Agon's legs. "There's one between your thighs, too!"
Agon looked. Sure enough, there was. It was small, but it was there. He had always worn baggy clothes so he never really thought about it. He looked back up at Hiruma. He grinned.
"Yours look like an H, trash," Agon had said, continuing to walk up the steps with Hiruma. At this rate, they'd be late. He laughed. "Kukuku… Walk in front of me so I can see that ass of yours, scum."
He pretended to take a snapshot of Hiruma with his finger camera. He clicked his teeth, taking the picture. He laughed. Hiruma cackled. Agon was an idiot.
Practice came. Everyone's muscles were sore from the game they had had the previous day, and Mamori bugged Hiruma to let them have a rest day. Agon hadn't said anything, but even from the look in his eye, his muscles were aching. Hiruma planned to massage them later, as Agon had a tendency to have develop tight muscles in his shoulders from all the tension he held there, but…
"Yosh!" Hiruma held his gun against his shoulder, standing. He looked at his team. "Run a hundred laps and I'll think it over….! Kekeke."
"Hiruma!" Mamori snapped, setting her sliced soaked lemons down. "You can't just—"
"That's an order!" Hiruma smacked the butt of his pistol against the ground. "Anyone willing to state an objection can talk to Agon."
The team made ugly faces. Everyone groaned in response and prepared to run, knowing willingly to speak to Agon was like a death sentence. Hiruma smirked. In Four Weeks, they'd play against Oujou or Enma in the Finale. Hiruma looked up.
"On second thought," he said aloud. His team looked over at him. "We'll go see a game. Oujou VS Enma. The game's today. At 11:30. It's 11:15. We'll have to hurry to see it—unless, you want to continue practice."
Everyone packed their bags and followed Hiruma out the door.
Hiruma thought about Agon as the two rode together on the bus to Enoshima's Field, as the game was being held there, today. Agon didn't speak, but Hiruma could tell there was a lot on his mind. Agon rested his chin on his knuckles, looking forward.
Hiruma looked away.
Agon was thinking of Unsui. It was that faraway look in his eyes. Agon reflected on the time at the hospital when his mom died, and how he was there till 9:03 at night when they announced her death.
Unsui was with a family friend, that day, as the kids in the neighborhood were more easy going around him, since Agon always threatened to break their necks, even though deeply in the bottom of his heart, Unsui knew Agon only wanted to roughhouse.
"It'll only be 3 days, I promise," The family friend promised, taking Unsui away. Unsui was in the middle of grabbing his bags. Agon came over to him.
"Remember, Unko-chan," Agon said to him, grinning ear to ear, a devious look in his eye. Shaggy blond hair covered his eyes. "When they think they've cornered you, just grab their necks, and—!" Agon locked his arms in a fake air-chokehold, demonstrating for Unsui, and kicked his suitcase over. "Boom—! Defeated!"
Agon grinned proudly. Unsui groaned. Agon had just knocked out all the clothes he packed. Unsui couldn't find it within him but to laugh. Agon did, too.
"Alright, alright." Unsui waved him off. "Leave me alone, Agon. You sure you don't want to come?"
Agon tsked. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. He stuck his lip out. "Pfft." He snorted. "They're all losers to me."
Agon was supposed to spend the weekend at his Dad's house in the Philippines. He'd be leaving tomorrow. Unsui would've gone, but, the family didn't tell him—
His father wanted nothing to do with him.
His real father.
His family had asked if Unsui could spend the weekend with a family friend, to disguise the real truth behind the action of why Unsui had to. In the meantime, Agon would be going to visit his mom.
He rested his head on Hiruma's shoulder. Hiruma held Agon's hand. He rubbed his thumb across it. Agon was close to tears. Something must've happened to remind him of his mother.
It was him, he realized.
Hiruma stuck by Agon as Agon fought those turmoils within him, telling the group to shut up by snapping his fingers when they got too loud on the bus or stay in their seats, not toss a damn football in the air, damn near almost hitting Agon.
Agon caught it.
Without looking, he tossed it back. Ikkyu caught it. Agon had thrown it with his left hand, backwards, without looking. After that, there was silence.
There was silence at the hospital, too.
Agon had been there the entire day. Unsui didn't come until later, and when the news of his mom had reached him, he crumpled to the ground, sobbing. Unfortunately—
Agon had gotten the news early.
"Are you Kongou Agon?" A doctor had asked him, wearing a mask. His father had went to buy Agon a snack from the vending machine. He promised he would be right back. Agon held an action figure in his hand.
"Yeah." Agon nodded. "Get lost."
The doctor frowned. He opened his mouth—
The doctor told him.
The action figure snapped.
Agon's father heard screaming down the hallway. A painful, sob. Oh, so painful. Agon's father whipped around and rushed down the hallway, seeing Agon crumple to the ground, holding his figure in his hands, screaming. It was horrible.
"Why did you tell him?!" His father screamed at the doctor, raising his fist. All of this could have been prevented. Agon's Anxiety, his Chronic Stress, his PTSD…! He punched the doctor.
The doctor fell back and hit the ground.
"No… It's impossible." Agon tried to tell himself, mumbling on the floor. "There has to be some mistake." He rolled over on his side. "Mommy wouldn't leave me." Agon looked at his father. "Hey, daddy. Mommy wouldn't leave me. She promised." Tears blotted his eyes. "Right?"
He held up his pinkie.
That was the first and only time Agon called him his dad.
Agon began to cry. The bus became silent, hearing his sniffles, leaning against Hiruma's neck, biting his lip, eyebrows furrowing. Everyone stopped talking. They looked. Saikyoudai got up. Mamori looked. One by one, the crew gathered around Agon's chair and knelt near him, standing some, giving them their support.
"We're with you," Ikkyu said at last. "Agon-san."
Agon cried.
Their eyes blotted with tears. Agon lost his mom. All in the havoc of having mental disorders stemming from it. Each and everyone of them became a team, in this moment, and damn if they weren't before, Ikkyu thought, wiping his face, tears falling, then they damn sure were now…!
"I miss her…" Agon cried, clenching his fist. He heaved. "I… Miss. Her…" Tears fell down his cheek. Hiruma stiffened his lip.
"I know," Hiruma laid his head upon his Agonne, shutting his eyes, wrapping his arms around him, hugging him. "I know, My Agonne…"
"I miss her so much…!" Agon broke down and sobbed, palms to his eyes, keeling over against Hiruma. He sobbed. "I miss her! Why can't she be here with me?! I want her here so bad…! Unko-chan has his game today! She loved Unko-chan…!" He sobbed again. "I want my mommy!"
Hiruma rocked him back and forth. Yamato was crying. Taka covered his face. Senpai wiped their faces with the palms of their hands.
"Why can't she be here?!" Agon cried out, opening up his mouth. "And… and the worst part about it… was today's her birthday!"
Agon cried.
The team fell.
This is what Agon had been emotional about the entire day. It wasn't Hiruma reminding Agon of his mom, but rather—Agon's mom's birthday being today.
And she wasn't here to celebrate it.